Occupation: Poet Birth: April 4, 1892 Death: June 24, 1923
Of all our sunny world I wish only for a garden sofa where a cat is sunning itself. There I should sit with a letter at my breast, a single small let….
Of all our sunny world, i wish only for a garden sofa where a cat is sunning itself.
I have a luck cat in my arms, it spins threads of luck. Luck cat, luck cat, make for me three things: make for me a golden ring, to tell me that….
I don't create poetry, I create myself, for me my poems are a way to me..
The inner fire is the most important thing mankind possesses..
That the stars are adamant everyone understands— but I won’t give up seeking joy on each blue wave or peace below every gray stone..
My self-confidence comes from the fact that I have discovered my own dimensions. It does not behoove me to make myself smaller than I am..